𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝙻𝚊𝚍𝚢 𝙻𝚒𝚟𝚎𝚜 𝙰𝚗𝚎𝚠
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Ongoing, First published Jul 06, 2018
❝ 𝐈𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐜𝐚𝐧'𝐭 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐦𝐞 𝐚𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐬𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫, 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐚𝐭 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐦𝐞 𝐚𝐬 𝐚 𝐟𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐰 𝐡𝐮𝐦𝐚𝐧 𝐛𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠. ❞

The start of the life of an outcast daughter has never ended even in a happy one. Having been given materials things by her parents who fulfilled their duty but never showered her any attention, care, nor affection.

Ofcourse, being the outcast among her siblings made her feel pathetic. She grew up as a dull and push-over child. But she strived hard and lived life as it is. Studying hard, doing things to earn their praise, but nothing more would hurt a person who gets ignored by her own family.

Now who would have thought that this simple lonely girl has died? I'll bet not even her family knows what happened and how it happened. Anyways, she's quite unlucky this time, having to relive the same misery but in a different world and a different identity.

An identity of someone who never existed in the webtoon she had first read about. Sampaguita Ambrosia.

Will she be able to survive a life full of angst, depression and misery? 

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Started: November 2021
Ended: ____
Language: English
Genre: Angst, Drama, Historical, Reincarnation
Bookcover by: Truly Yours❤ (I meant the edited one. While the pictures of the characters and the background belongs to their rightful owners)

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This story is not a translated novel as it is an original story written by me.

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